“There’s a snake-“ Pawan gasped, “Mr. Camp Director, there’s a snake! Right there!”
The camp director stomped his feet impatiently as he cursed the naughty children inside his head. A sense of superiority, the intensity incomparable with anything, rose within him and his thoughts whirled into pity for the parents.
Pathetic excuses, how uninnovative. Once again his views on life, the universe and everything were reinforced. Even if it’s a snake, real Tokatians don’t scream when we see a snake, we eat it alive! The camp director thought. We Tokatians are strong, unlike weak “Earthlings”.
Pawan screamed again and yelled nonsense while he jumped up and down.
The camp director grew a nasty frown and like a dinosaur, he turned and marched towards Pawan who was already running away but he appears to have bumped into something else that made he turn and warn the camp director, but can the camp director even hear him? He was too busy admiring his own god complex.
The camp director hastily scanned around,
“Hah. I don’t see a snake. Pathetic.”
He pretended to wipe his sweat in a Tokatian way, cracked his neck and announced such that the whole world can hear him.
“Tokatians are ruining themselves in social media and YouTube. When I was your age, I read real books.”
The snake hissed loudly, its tongue was flickering, sounding like a tambourine. Gosh, it was a thick snake twisting its oily black body, extending its tail soo far that it was nowhere to be seen. The eyes of the snake squinted at the camp director.
“Mr. Camp Director!” Pawan yelled, he was running back towards the director. “I’ve got a snake spray!”
The camp director rejected the snake spray. Real Tokatians don’t use “sprays”, we punch the snake to death with our fists! The camp director stepped aside forcefully, grepping a stick on the ground. However, the stick was a platform on which the snake’s tail rested. The creature jolted in surprise and started to coil his legs.
Pawan had a scared flash in his eyes, he reached for his snake spray, ready to attack the snake.
“No, no need. Stay out. ” The camp director warned, teeth clenched, in fierce determination (or in pain, we don’t really know). As the snake advanced in the arena, the camp director made an effort to fight. He yelled in an attempt to deafen the snake and wiggled his trapped body, his face already red and sweat pouring down. But he was determined to kill the snake with his bare hands, as a real Tokatian would.
The camp director gasped loudly, like a motorcycle engine needing immediate repair, with all his force, he stabbed the snake in its head. The snake dodged and reciprocated his action at lightning speed, but the camp director was too exhausted to respond. Pawan, standing behind, was waving his hands incessantly, and finally, the camp director made eye contact.
Without a moment of hesitation, Pawan launched the spray from 10 meters behind, like a flamethrower, the green liquid shooting out onto the snake.
Today, I will save my Camp Director, Pawan was resolute.
The snake agilely turned around, facing Pawan. Pawan sprayed again, the green mist blocking all of his sights. Within seconds, the snake was by his side, seemingly unaffected. Pawan was startled, he started sweating and shivering. Having nothing else to do, he checked the snake spray-
Expiration date:
January 2015
“Why, there’re scammers everywhere!” He exclaimed, and the snake attacked him.
The snake hissed in satisfaction. Its fat body slithered towards the shade. Its plug connected with a socket and entered sleep mode.
